I stood in silence, my face dropped low, bright eyes closed. The bite of Frostfall lingered over my thick body, the now shaggy fur rippling over each soft muscle under my tri-toned pelt. After the run in with that dumb Pegasus mare and her protector, I had been shuttled to the Throat where I sat for quite some time. The dry, unsettling dust had battered and beaten my body; where none of the dusty Pegasus that resided there had touched me. Midas, the stallion that had beaten the living shit out of me without even doing much to make himself sweat, was actually somewhat nice. He provided me with enough food and water to survive the desert.

Now, here I am, brought back home by Mauja; the leopard blanketed Lord. I am thick again, thanks to the hydration and food supply found in the Basin at the end of Orangemoon. But, Frostfall is here now, and the food is dwindling; frozen beneath two foot tall drifts of snow. This was only the beginning. My first harsh season in Helovia.

Snow crunched in the distance, and some one must have been dragging something. Then there it was, that same smell that flooded my nostrils just weeks ago. The desert. Dry, unwelcoming. Bright eyes snapped open, peering out from behind curtains of black and silver forelock. She moved with pain, the wings that normally perched happily at her sides hung low, cutting through the snow along with her feet. That bitch. She must have been the one I had heard of, coming in to attempt to rough some of my herd mates up. Yet here she was, trapped in a frozen prison. A sinister smile crawled across my lips.

Skull lifted high into the air, forelock blew out of my crystalline eyes, nothing obstructing my view any longer. Feet picked through the snow easily, carrying me toward the god for saken ceature. She looked defeated.. just as I had hoped. "Look who I found." Thick, raspy voice growled as the words came out. I stopped in front of her much smaller body. The consideration of beating here to death, right here, right now was appealing. But I could not do that. My Lady, Psyche, she would not be impressed. Only if I were to hold my cool in front of some one I hated so much, so deeply, then I would truly be some one to consider trustworthy.

Ratted black tail swished back and forth with anticipation, hoping to see the draw of fear in this bitches eyes. The cruel grin stayed on my mug, saliva building up the heat of my mouth as I waited to snap at the dumb female. She thought she was dreading being in the Basin, my home, the home of my herd, our herd.. she was in for a shock. This mare would be a toy for my pleasure.

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The small, fragile gray mare's eyes seemed to refuse to meet me for a moment, until she picked them up for a quick glace at my face. From what I had remembered, her eyes were gold, danced with life. Now they were red and tired, giving out an exasperated look. The sneer stayed put on my face, watching her weak body. Would my Lady still like a feather from her putrid body? Perhaps. I may snatch a few just to get some revenge on this dumb bitch in the first place.

More hooves crunched through the snow, my icy gaze flicking toward the sound. A small appaloosa filly moved toward us, curiosity filling her young eyes as she approached. I watched the filly, looking over the obvious flaws that the Pegasus had endured. The little female looked concerned. Both white ears laid back as my herd member spoke, too much concern filling her voice, my eyes dropped to connect with hers. "This Pegasus has received a beating like this for a reason, young one." My eyes shifted back to attempt to lock gazes with Africa. "She was a trespasser who thought she could make a difference. She only was taught a lesson and kept here as a prisoner." The smile broadened, stained teeth showing behind the grin.

She spoke again, introducing herself as Frost Fyre, a mental note was jotted down to remember the youngster's name. She continued, asking the name of the female before us, and if she was my prisoner. Perhaps she was only concerned due to her young stomach. As soon as Frost Fyre finished, Africa spat at the idea. "Hello, Frost. I am Crash Course.. you may call me Crash. And this dreaded thing.. I don't think I actually ever caught her name. But no, she is not my prisoner. She is here under the watch of some one else."

My eyes shifted back and forth to the two, landing on the grey, broken mare before me. "What do you call yourself, bird?" Silver and black tail flicked back and forth easily and I cocked my back right leg, silver hoof resting on end in the snow. With the moment of silence in between a response, I looked back down on the filly. I had not seen her before, and if she had visited the meeting, I did not remember her from that either. Though I had kept my head low in shame for most of the conference. The bright blue horn that crowned her face reminded me of one of the quiet characters I had met long ago.

[Ooc: Oh god, sorry Dark! :s And horrid post, I've got like, ten things going on right now. .-.]
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The mare, broken both mentally and physically as it seems, stayed silent, her spirit obviously broken. I could see why, she had gotten a pretty good beating. She stayed silent, her eyes tired and blood shot veering away from my gaze. White ears laid back onto the thick mess of black and silver hair, a hot breath rolling from my lungs before I started. "I asked for your name, mare." Bright eyes narrowed into slits, the sharp glare hopefully cutting into some nerve she was so dangling on.

All thought went forward to the winged abomination, her fragile body looking much more destroyed than it had the first time I had seen her. "Lucky we ran into each other." I took a few steps forward, reaching my massive cranium out to the base of her left wing. Flared nostrils drew in the sweet scent of blood, though it had now dried I'm sure, from wherever it had been gushing from her body. Mud and filth gathered on her gray coat that had once been left without a blemish. I pushed my mug down the length of her broken wing, feeling each soft feather that sprouted from the boney base. Hopefully this would send some sort of fear into her already destroyed head.

"Do you remember our first encounter?" The cold smile once again creeping across my black mug. "I was looking for one of these little beauties." My breath was hot, blowing intentionally against the broken limb of the mare. My tail flicked back and forth eagerly, the tension of the cold oozing out of my body. Now that I had something to keep my mind off of the cold, I was feeling pretty good. Maybe I was meant to do this kind of thing, because the sense of fear, even if it wasn't present at the exact second, seemed to turn some gears in my brain. The excitement tasted glorious.

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"Africa!" Her ear shattering yell made me chuckle lightheartedly, the smile broadening into a wide grin. "I can hear you, nice and clear." Ears rotated back forward, the tension throbbing from her broken body was so relaxing for me. As I traced the wounded limb, her face tucked into her chest, each muscle tensing in such a way that I could almost feel the tight grip of her body in the air. The small amount of space between us was sickening, making me almost want to step back and give myself some space. But why would I do that, it was just starting to get interesting.

Glancing from her clamped shut eyes to the subject that I seemed to find myself studying, streams of water began to leak from the corner of her eyes, staining the dirty white color of her face to gray. The smile wiped from my face, leaving behind no emotion. Once I had finished speaking, making her recall the nightmare that she had gone through once before, she completely snapped. Bright, blood shot eyes ripped open with a wildness I had yet to see out of her, until now of course. Her body swung away from the hot reach of my mug.

Quickly I lifted my crowned skull into the air, teeth baring hungrily at her fragile face as a warning. She screamed at me, her voice angry and amusing at the same time. Just as she had during our first encounter, she reached for the soft feathers that coated her wing; though instead of nibbling on one, a mouth full was plucked from their spots. Blood oozed out of each bed that they had been stuck in before, arousing the hungry demon inside of me. "Why not! I mean, what's left of me anyway!"

The feathers fell onto the frozen ground in small piles, each one stacking up on one another in a messy clump. The sight of the mare going into a complete hysterical reaction was hilarious, almost pathetic in a way. I watched her flail around for a moment, quickly losing interest in her pity party. "Enough, you idiot. You're just ripping yourself apart for the hell of it now!" I laughed once more, ears pushed forward in amusement. My left hoof pawed at the snowy ground with a hard thrust, eager to jump at her if she made a dumb move. The show was almost tiring me out for her, she was really a fucking mess.

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[Ooc: Oh my god. :*( *Hugs Africa*]

Another shrill scream, the high octave of her voice was like the ring of a high pitch gong in my ears. They laid back onto my neck, flared nostrils drawing in even breaths as I watched. Spittle flew from the wretched beast's hot mouth, dabbling my face in tiny strings and dots. What the fuck? This bitch had completely lost her marbles. Though I figured that much when she began plucking the only precious things that she had left from her own body. Watching her break down was just flat out amusing.. somewhat disturbing, but amusing.

Her voice stayed angry, the heat of the frustration that she was attempting to present boiled into the cold atmosphere. She could have been the cause of global warming at this point. Flies? Only a smart ass comment would fire her up even more at this point. I could only hope. "I hate flies too hunny." Then she mentioned something about the death of her, sister? I had heard of the death of a trespasser, but not that it had been a relative. Maybe it was a close bond deal. Mares and their giddy friendships, they always went way too far.

I rolled my eyes at her complaints. "Maybe if you two wouldn't have been dumb enough to wander into the land full of reckless little unicorns, you would have never been caught up in this wreck in the first place. What made you think you would make a difference? One little, insignificant animal like yourself. And as for your.. sister.. she didn't seem like too much of a fighter either from what I hear." That should piss her off.

Hot liquid exploded from her tear ducts, her words muffled by sobs and snotty sniffs of air between choked on huffs for oxygen. Each gray wing hung limply at her sides, lifeless to the touch. Her body was destroyed beyond repair, from what I could tell at that. Why not make it worse? Something that this bitch would remember forever. Though she seemed to remember me just fine. Must have been my charm.

Massive silver hooves carried me a short step forward, left foot landing harshly on the boney edge of the nearest wing. I sneered at the mare, her saliva now cold still on my face. "What do you think I wanted the entire time I was trapped in that sand box of yours? Do you think I enjoyed it? I felt my pulse begin to thrum quickly in my chest, the heat of the rushing blood reaching through out my large body. Just for fun, I twisted my hoof, digging it further into the snow along with the wing, hopefully doing further damage to the appendage.

"You should learn your lesson mare. Dumb enough as you seem to be, this is even low. No intelligent Pegasus would waltz into the Aurora Basin with her cocky clown to attempt to make a statement." I spoke in her face, hot breath against the side of her watery cheek.

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Flailing, snow churning under hard hooves, puffs of powder being tossing into the air like splashes of water. The mare screamed, her throat sounded raw, the raspy growl replacing the soft purr. Her body wiggled and jerked around beneath my huge weight, pulling even harder on her wing than I had intended. Something popped inside her small body. Another agonizing scream. My mouth watered with a vicious lust, oh how wonderful this all really was. Her body contorted continuously.

Another popping sound, some.. ripping? Sharp squeals pierced my ears that laid back on my neck. Bright eyes danced with entertainment as I watched the tears continue to stream down her ugly face. That was when she pulled away completely, but not her whole body went with her. I stood, baffled almost that this had actually just happened. Her body writhed around one last time, blood oozing from the broad hole in her shoulder. The feathered appendage laid in the snow, nerves giving the now lifeless form a few twitches.

Saliva pooled from the corner of my mouth, satisfaction was not even a good enough word to explain the happiness I was enduring at the time. Demonic blue eyes watched the now one winged fool flop one last time before hitting the frozen ground with a hard thud. She sprawled, the blood pooling in every spot that it could. The screaming had stopped, an eerie silence falling over the tortured female. The snow soaked in the hot blood eagerly, turning pink and light red as it gobbled the heat up. For a moment I stared at her motionless body, not quite sure what actually just happened. I had completely dismembered the one thing that she had left from her body.

A hard cackle roared into the air, my skull lifting high as I laughed. I hadn't even paid attention to see if the foal had still been around. Her presence was less of a worry right now than anything. The insanity of the moment had stopped, and I was pretty pleased with the outcome. Now, to find Psyche and prove her daughter, Sno, wrong. I would not only bring a feather back to the leading mare, I would bring the entire wing. Crowned face dropped to the tri-toned slab of bones and skin, with a huge bald patch on it due to the sanity completely breaking in the mare. Teeth gripped onto the edge of the bodiless limb and I made my way further into the heart of our land. Now, to find Psyche.

[Ooc: ...I just single handedly destroyed Africa.. *Sobs*]
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